"Hey, the surf's pumping, what are you sitting here for? Let's go!", Kari chirped non-chalantly.
"As a matter of fact I've been waiting for..."
"I'll race you...", she challenged, grabbing her board and running down to the water's edge. Chris raised his eyebrows in disbelief, picked up his board and ran to join her.
"That was the best surf I've had in months. You sure took a beating on that cut-back-up you tried though huh? Did it hurt?"
"Yeah, I guess you gotta expect to come off second best when you're up against a 5 and a half foot wave", Chris said, rubbing his back.
"Well, when you try and be the man..." Kari teased.
"What are you talking about? I am the man", Chris joked back.
"I'm gonna go now", Kari laughed.
"You're gonna come by later right?"
"If you're lucky", she smirked. "Later Kirkpatrick".
Chris finished tying the board onto the roofrack of his jeep and started the engine. He reached down to turn down the stereo as he reversed out of his park. BANG! Chris turned to see behind him the white car he'd just hit. He jumped out of the jeep and began yelling abuse at the driver.
"Hey, why dontcha watch where you're goin' ya..." he broke off as he saw a tall blonde woman inspecting the damage to her bumper.
"Great, just what I needed today", she remarked angrily.
"Hey, are you hurt? Jeez, I'm such an idiot...I wasn't looking where I was going and..." Chris began.
"I'm fine", she replied, a slight smile spreading across her face as she watched this dark-haired stranger apologise profusely.
"I'm such an idiot, I'm so sorry..." he repeated.
"Yeah, you said that already", she said, smiling at the genuinely embarassed look on Chris' face.
"Ok, well let me show you how sorry I am."
She gave him a puzzled look.
"How does a night out at the opening of a brand new club sound to prove my most humble apology?", Chris asked with a grin.
"I don't even know your name" she replied.
"Chris Kirkpatrick - certified idiot", Chris said, offering his hand.
"Tia. And I suppose your offer was only mildly strange", she said, shaking his hand as he looked into her eyes.
"Tia, where can I pick you up at 8?" he replied boldly. She grabbed a pen and paper out of her glovebox and began writing her address.
"You can pick me up from here.....at 8:15", she said challengingly.
"I'll do that", he grinned, taking the piece of paper from her.
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